Chapter 33

“Mr. Patterson’s nice,” Micah pointed out. “That doesn’t mean I want to get with him any time soon.”

Jonathan arched one eyebrow knowingly. “Work six months in that office, thentry telling me you still think Patterson’s nice. He’s a mean old bastard.”

“He signs the checks.” Micah sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, where a sudden headache had blossomed. His entire evening had veered off course. Under his breath, he mumbled, “Fuck.”

Jonathan squeezed his arm, a gesture Micah now saw was nothing more than friendly. “Sleep it off. We won’t even remember this in the morning.”